The room was very feminine, pink and purple, with a canopy bed and a frilly comforter. Catherine knew from looking at Joey that he was, at heart, a tr...e sissy. Joey became Jody, Catherine’s devoted sissy, and lived a life few 15 year olds like Joey could imagine. He had been a delicate boy, effeminate, slightly built. His alcoholic stepfather came into his life when he was 11 and began abusing him almost immediately. He treated Joey like a little girl, constantly belittling him for his girly. She had on a tight black T-shirt with the bar’s name printed on it in white, a tight pair of blue jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots. She was dressed for line dancing. Her brown hair was flowing free down around her shoulders. She had a handful of quarters and walked over to the jukebox. She fed all of the quarters into the machine and started pressing buttons like she knew what she was doing. She was done by the time the music started and she walked to the stage. I expected her to just climb up. I was going to do my best to give Ricardo the blow job of his life, touching his cock with my lips, tongue and mouth the way I want my cock touched. “bitch we are here to use you not make love” Ricardo said as he shoved my mouth to the base of his cock, I gagged and gagged but he kept ramming his cock hard in out and out of my mouth. He just kept fucking my mouth harder and harder and harder as my gagging started to subside, I felt my panties being tugged to the side. I felt fingers move in. Sofort zog er seinen Schwanz zurück, zog an der Leine und stellte sich über mich. Der andere Meister zog den Gummischwanz aus meinem Arsch. Zisch…war das einzige was ich hörte, und dann brannte es fürchterlich. Mein Meister hatte mir mit einer Rute genau zwischen die Arschbacken geschlagen. Und das brannte so höllisch, dass ich automatisch versuchte zu entkommen, und die am Rücken gefesselten Hände schützend davor zu halten versuchte. Aber es gab kein entkommen. Wieder traf mich ein brennender.